ried in her furs.

"Fanny! Fanny girl!" He was horribly disturbed and contrite. He patted
her arm, awkwardly. She shook free of his hand, childishly. "Don't cry,
dear. I'm sorry. It's just that I care so much. It's just----"

She raised an angry, tear-stained face. "It's just that you have an
exalted idea of your own perceptions. It's just that you've grown up
from what they used to call a bright little boy to a bright young man,
and you're just as tiresome now as you were then. I'm happy enough,
except when I see you. I'm getting the things I starved for all those
years. Why, I'll never get over being thrilled at the idea of being
able to go to the theater, or to a concert, whenever I like. Actually
whenever I want to. And to be able to buy a jabot, or a smart hat, or a
book. You don't know how I wanted things, and how tired I got of never
having them. I'm happy! I'm happy! Leave me alone!"

"It's an awful price to pay for a hat, and a jabot, and a book and a
theater ticket, Fan."

Ella Monahan had taken the tube, and was standing in the great shed,
watching arrivals with interest, long before they bumped over the
cobblestones of Hoboken. The three descended to Fanny's cabin. Ella had
sent champagne--six cosy pints in a wicker basket.

"They say it's good for seasickness," she announced, cheerfully, "but
it's a lie. Nothing's good for seasickness, except death, or dry land.
But even if you do feel miserable--and you probably will--there's
something about being able to lie in your berth and drink champagne
alone, by the spoonful, that's sort of soothing."

Heyl had fallen silent. Fanny was radiant again, and exclamatory over
her books and flowers.

"Of course it's my first trip," she explained, "and an event in my life,
but I didn't suppose that anybody else would care. What's this? Candy?
Glace fruit." She glanced around the luxurious little cabin, then up at
Heyl, impudently. "I may be a coarse commercial person, Clancy, but I
must say I like this very, very much. Sorry."

They went up on deck. Ella, a seasoned traveler, was full of parting
instructions. "And be sure to eat at Kempinski's, in Berlin. Twenty
cents for lobster. And caviar! Big as hen's eggs, and as cheap as
codfish. And don't forget to order mai-bowle. It tastes like champagne,
but isn't, and it has the most delicious dwarf strawberries floating on
top. This is just the season for it. You're lucky. If you tip the waiter
one mark he's yours for